Your voice carries a savage knife, shreds my hesitation You flaunt me like a treasure before my own eyes You’re a sweltering deluge, words can’t justify your gentle might Bewitched, I ask, “Have I lost myself, unceremoniously Or have you found me, unguardedly”

Your presence dislocates me I become an eager wreckage, orbiting your scent In this journey I realize we’re the same kind of desert No one can decipher what we share_ A desolate miracle of sporadic wild flowers, reckless extremities_

Discovering you is the catastrophe, I needed to collect myself Your unrestrained gaze is inescapable yet a phenomenal aphrodisiac Turns me into an island surrounded by your liquid infinity Yet decorating my skin with glittering rubies of passion

You’re always abundant like that In my heart I know I wouldn’t have you any lesser For I long to complement you by spilling myself in your hands And filling my empty existence With that darkest shade of yearning in your eyes.

Dedicated to all those … Who know not all sorrows are disposable, some stay with us to make us stronger. Some sorrows, we like to keep because they’re cherished. They purify the heart by reminding us when we fell and when we regained our footing. They distill….

A pensive still rustles in the air Sends a catapulting awareness to my pores Murmuring a song of a forgone dream A dream, equally eclipsed and adorned

I trudge on that moment where mirth and melancholy are one The distance that governs our paths relinquishes its rule And all instincts and intuitions run amok towards you Yearning is a riot, wrecks my heart Physical realities unwind their godly grasp

Time and the traveller leave each other Transfixed, within their own altered dimensions You emerge from a vertigo of desire, entering the realm of need Need to have you all; in all imagined and unimaginable ways

[To seep inside your contours or pull you inside out To kiss the corners of your smile or touch the twinkling of your eyes To derive the resurrection of euphoria from your scent To grasp the texture of the life thrums deep in your voice]

A waft of agonised hope lurking somewhere, Dripping down from the blazing sun on a hot summer day, Pooling around the outline of my eyes, Running down on my cheeks, clasped in unshed tears. Some nights, whispering in a grieving baritone While entwining itself on scattered threads of the moonshine, Creating an erratic tapestry of light and shadows. Sometimes, during a quiet sunset, Splintering into a cocktail of colours Purple, pink, coral, golden; All knitted into a myriad shade of a resplendent sorrow. On an overcast day, Crashing down on the shore of my renounced prayers, Wetting their parched eyes, glowing after self resuscitation. Often gathering in a smooth coarseness of a winter evening fog, Marching down the sunken alleys, bereft roads. In a ghost like form, crossing my aimless path Leading my gaze while stealing my heart beats. Woven into a stale breath of dying calla lilies, Wailing over a blizzard of the unforgiving autumn, Destined to follow a gust of wind or bowing to every step of a passerby.

This exotic hashish of hope breaking into despair, Or despair trembling with a need in hope’s embrace, Desperate to be possessed by an oath of silver redemption, Sings tunes of turmoil and tranquility. This is a soul living torment and triumph together, Where they elicit life from each other to quell it for each other. It’s a broken existence, stitching & mending itself, ever so slowly. It’s a phantom resolve, crumbling into countless wounds, ever so silently. It’s a battle, Where wining and losing blending their essence and intent; One emerges to beckon the other, One dies to reckon the other, Hope and despair, flake and flare….